Back home.

Barbara couldn't wait to ask Baker, who was about to gargle with a Bourbon at the bar, "What do you mean by sad?" ”

Baker's face was expressionless: "It's just sad." ”

said.

Baker made a long story short and told Barbara about his previous story in Chicago.

killed more than 100 black people, robbed more than 30 gangsters, and then unfortunately was discovered by his uncle in the process of money laundering, and then, my uncle and two ignorant sisters joined forces to let Baker escape to Chicago.

It's as simple as that.

Finally.

Baker complained to Barbara: "Do you think I'm at fault, sixteen years old, my parents are dead, I have a car and a house, but I have a car loan and a fourteen-year-old and a twelve-year-old sister who want to go to school and live, and I robbed the gangster's money to save my own poverty, is it wrong?" ”

No doubt.

Surely yes, Baker was an XXIST in his previous life, although he changed his skin color in this life, at most it was just the coexistence of yellow and white.

But whether it's yellow or white, can the XX be called a person?

No.

So Baker was right.

Barbara was shocked when she heard this, not because she was shocked by Baker's values, but because she was silent for a while, she felt a little wrong and said: "I think your two sisters are not ignorant, but too sensible." ”

Such a ruthless person can completely cause a riot in the whole city by himself.

And......

Barbara said, "Since your uncle can follow the clues to find you, then the gangsters who were looted by you must also be able to, so ......"

They're protecting you.

Baker scoffed at Barbara's understanding: "Do I need their protection?" ”

Dare to come?

Hehe.

Get your feet wet.

If they dare to come, Baker will dare to bury it!

I didn't sleep for a day and a night, going from the east side of Chicago to the west, and then making a U-turn, going from south to north.

Not once, then again.

Killing one person will make them angry, but killing a thousand, ten thousand, will only make them feel chills and fear.

Kill one for the murderer, kill ten thousand for the hero!

"Then you're the number one terrorist."

"Do I care?"

"You really don't care, but it's clear that your uncle and your two sisters do."

“……”

The wine glass in Baker's hand moved slightly, squinted, and looked at Barbara expressionlessly: "Hey, hey, which side are you on?" ”

I need you to be on my side to complain to you.

It doesn't seem right.

Barbara smiled, "I'm on the side of truth, truth and facts. ”

This is the oath of the NYPD.

Baker then remembered that the lady in front of him, who looked very charming tonight, was an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., the commander of New York after the end of this year.

So......

opposite.

Baker put down the wine glass in his hand and walked towards the stairs of choice: "Sleep." ”

Barbara smiled and looked at Baker's back as he walked up the stairs, "Together." ”

Baker: "......"

The next day.

Early morning.

When Baker arrived in the living room, he still smelled the fragrance, and God knows why Barbara, who is proficient in countless melee combat skills, is also so proficient in cooking.

Is it the same fine, all kinds of things?

…… This is not the world of martial arts, and Barbara is not practicing Jiuyang Divine Skills.

"You're not going to go there?"

"Think again."

Baker sat down on the bar stool, took a sip of his coffee, and said that flying from New York to Chicago would take two hours at most.

The travel time on the Kodo is short, at most half an hour.

It's only morning...... At six o'clock, the community church held a prayer service at noon, so there was plenty of time.

Baker looked at Barbara, who was busy at the bar, and then noticed the apron on Barbara's body: "Hey, what about the previous one?" ”

The apron on Barbara's body today is not the previous Winnie the Pooh, but a girl with blonde hair that is very cartoonish, and if you look closely, this cartoon girl also has a beautiful mole like Barbara between her eyebrows.

Let it add a bit of charm to the cold and glamorous......

Barbara shoveled the fried eggs onto the plate in front of Baker: "Put it away." ”

Baker sighed.

At mealtime.

Barbara thought for a moment and said to Baker, "You said before that your relationship with this Adam used to be very good, and since that's the case, I think you should go back." ”

Baker glanced up at Barbara, "Why?" ”

Barbara shrugged: "He's your friend, isn't he?" ”

She had seen what Jairo Moulton had done without any scruples.

So......

Barbara felt that compared to such a kind of not taking life in the slightest, uh...... Even though it's only for a certain skin tone, it's not good.

The reason is simple.

Barbara felt that if Baker Morton was allowed to continue to be so indifferent and unscrupulous, sooner or later he would get into big trouble.

Baker's image in Barbara's mind is that of a tiger, and a flying tiger with wings, but without any ropes, and he will fly directly into the sky and pounce on him if he is provoked.

There should be a rope to pull, and although the rope may be fragile, it is the least good, and it can also make the flying tiger worry.

Baker's face darkened: "I don't want to talk about it. ”

It's not a matter of good intentions or bad intentions.

You think that you are kind enough to drive me away for my own good, but in fact, you just don't trust me, I have worked hard to take care of the housework and pull you up, and you actually believe that an outsider doesn't believe in your own brother?

Baker was in a bad mood when he thought about it.

It is like a Chinese pastoral three-flowered cat in its infancy.

Fried hair.

Screaming.

The super fierce kind.

It's just that......

"Hmm!"

Baker's eyes widened, and after a while, Baker took a step back, looking at Barbara who had just attacked him speechlessly. Angry: "What are you doing? ”

Barbara laughed, "No, I just felt so cute looking at your expression." ”

"Cute?"

"Well, it's a pity I didn't take a picture."

“……”

Baker took a deep breath, glanced at Barbara with a blank face, and then turned straight to walk out into the air.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Go to Chicago."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't go?"

"I'm afraid I'll be able to kill you while staying here."

“……”

Lovely?

What kind of international jokes, cute is to describe the girl paper, for men, especially men like Baker who are in suits and leather shoes, male hormones explode, cute, these two words are simply a great shame.

Otherwise, Baker thought that Barbara had taken care of him for nearly thirty when he was unconscious...... Well, twenty-nine and a half hours.

Now Barbara is dead.

……